User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-2246928-20141005004228

A thin weasel who had previously been of the opposite side turned to give Raggs a sour look. "I lost me brother in yer liddle skirmish. Wot's gonna stop me from just cuttin' yer throat while ye sleep?" Several of his comrades grumbled their agreement, some even drawing weapons, just as the members of Raggs' own crew do the same. It seems that the entire situation is about to escalate into yet another fight, the weasel giving Raggs a meaningful look.